The following morning Dylan went and sat at the Slytherin table with his boyfriend who was still clueless to recent developments.
Voldermort had not replied to his letter but Dylan knew he was seething. He could feel it. He had requested that the Gryffindor's continue to call him Dylan for the purposes of appearances but inside Gryffindor tower it was Harry.
Dylan felt completely in the dark, he knew nothing that was going on to do with his assumed father. It still however felt some what awkward plotting against the man that he had called Dad for sixteen years. One thought of his past actions brought him back to reality though.
Not really being hungry Dylan began to kiss Draco's neck, the blond had to fight back a moan as he hit a sensitive spot.
"Dylan, come with me now."
Smiling deviously the Gryffindor stood up along with the Slytherin and left the great hall both very aroused.
"Where are we going?" Dylan asked although he thought he already knew the answer.
"You'll see my love."
The two of them went down into the dungeons and into the Slytherin rooms. As soon as the door was shut on Draco's dorm room their lips weren't separable. They hit the bed with a resounding crash.
Draco ripped at their school robes to remove the annoying barrier between them. All thoughts that had previously occupied Dylan's mind were long gone. The knowledge of who he really was left his mind, all he could think about was Draco.
"God Dray." Dylan moaned as the blonde kissed his way down the Gryffindors chest. His fingers struggling to undo the button to his school trousers.
Their love making was intense as Dylan thrust deeper into Draco. They reached their climax almost at the same time.
The feeling of having his lover surrounding him was all to much for Dylan who collapsed breathless upon Draco's damp chest.
Their lip's met in a passionate kiss that seemed desperate and longing. "We really should get to class." Draco whispered kissing Dylan's unmarked forehead.
"I need to tell you something, it's nothing bad don't worry, but it s very important, but tonight, wait for me outside the portrait of the fat lady, at midnight."
"What's wrong is something wrong with us?"
"No, we couldn't be more perfect, I'll explain later. However I quite agree we really should get to class but as it's now lunchtime I suggest that we take a shower before we do anything."
To say the least the two teens had a lengthy shower together where only more love making got done. As they reached their fourth orgasm together Dylan whispered 'I love you' in Draco's ear and the blond said it back.
Dumbledore was pacing his study, Severus had not returned from the last deatheater meeting and the headmaster feared the worst however he had other more pressing matters to worry about.
Tonk's had found evidence that a time turner had been used to alter the present day state of affairs. One had been taken from the ministry of magic; Albus was trying to figure out how it all fit together because he was certain that it did...some how.
That night Dylan did not have a restful nights sleep. He had remained in the Slytherin common room and not bothered going back to Gryffindor tower or classes, Draco had forgotten that Dylan needed to have a word with him.
Dylan dreamt of thing's he knew not, Voldermort trying desperately to revive himself, drinking unicorns blood, defeating a basilisk, almost dieing because of what seemed to be a dairy, fighting off dementors, playing quiditch, his godfather Sirius Black, dodging dragons on his broom, fighting merpeople under water, watching Voldermort come back through his blood, being taunted by the daily prophet, leading his friend's into a trap, watching his godfather die. He could actually feel the pain as if he had lived it then he saw it, a letter, addressed to somebody named Tom, it practically begged them to turn back time.
Dylan woke with a start the next morning, he felt dizzy and kind of out of it. His world seemed to spin as he stood from the bed. Draco still slept on undisturbed.
He knew what he had dreamt had not been merely a dream; it had felt as if he had done all those things. However it couldn't be, it just wasn't possible. He left a note for his lover and left, heading back to his own room.
He picked up the photo album and flicked through it until he found a page that depicted his parents wedding and there he saw Sirius Black, the same man from his dream and written under the picture was the words: Sirius, Harry's godfather.
The sun was rising at this point, to early for breakfast but to late to go back to sleep. He listened in silence as his room mates awoke, yawning and stretching the sleep from their bodies.
Not a care in the world. How nice it must feel to wake to the carefree feeling with nothing to worry about. It was almost unbearable to have all these emotions weighing down on his heart. The only one that seemed clear to him was that he loved Draco and never wanted to let him go.
The fact that he was the entire reason that he had written to Voldermort in his dream was beside the point, he knew he had to do something to make sure he would never lose the teen.
He wrote a letter to Lusius, not that he actually needed his permission for what he was planning but he thought it polite.
He read the note over to himself as Rona and the others dressed. He excused himself saying he had an owl to send ad left.
At breakfast Dylan was greeted by Voldermorts black owl. He took the parchment and read.
Dylan
Do not listen to that old fool Dumbledore, all he says is lies. He is not to be trusted. In fact I wish for you to deliver a message to him. If he wants to see his potions master again he will stop interfering with matters that do not concern him.
You may be surprised that I did not kill Severus Snape, I agree it is rare that any person sees an act of compassion from me and I can not explain it so I will not try.
As to your sorting into Gryffindor that is easily explainable, your mother was one. A pure blood witch, a brave and intelligent one. I hope to see you at Christmas.
Your father.
"Liar." Dylan hissed screwing the letter into a ball.
"What's wrong love?"
"Oh nothing, but we need to talk, there are a few things we need to discuss but I am waiting for an owl that should arrive tomorrow morning."
"Alright whatever you want babe."
The following morning Draco noticed his father's handsome eagle swooping down to meet him however it didn't land in front of him but in front of Dylan.
"Babe, why is my father writing to you?"
"You'll see, I have to go and do some stuff but I will be back soon, could you meet me by the lake at lunchtime?"
"Of course, but your being awfully mysterious about this."
"I will tell you everything soon, love you."
"Love you to."
They kissed briefly before Dylan stood up and exited the great hall; Draco followed him with his eyes wondering what the hell he was up to.
Not exactly a long chapter but longer than the last. I am writing the next one as you read and will hopefully be out today. please review, thanks SS